Seidlova Czech Quotes & Sayings

If the ego is not regularly and repeatedly dissolved in the unbounded hyperspace of the Transcendent Other, there will always be slow drift away from the sense of self as part of nature's larger whole. The ultimate consequence of this drift is the fatal ennui that now permeates Western Civilization. — Terence McKenna

Stay away from conflictive, negative people that pull you down, because they contaminate your energy and impede your progress. Search for people who look at the world with optimism, that inspire you, make you happy and provide peace of mind. — Pablo

I noticed that the snow was gone and the ground looked greener. It's funny how the good stuff can wipe away the bad stuff so quickly. — Melody J. Bremen

Everything in him recoiled. The water was cold against his legs. His body had gone numb and yet he could still feel the wet give of his brother's rotting flesh beneath his hands. It's shame that eats men whole. He was drowning in it. Drowning in the Ketterdam harbor. His eyes blurred. "It isn't easy for me either." Her voice, low and steady, the voice that had once led him back from hell. — Leigh Bardugo

... If one who slays one is a murderer then he who slays a thousand is not a hero,' said Lalu.
- Pg. #112, Across the Black Waters. — Mullk Raj Anand

I always telling people to "not try this at home," because most of what we do on MythBusters is really dangerous. Consequently, we can't encourage people to try that stuff. — Jamie Hyneman

It's one thing to be banal, stupid, and idiotic on the inside. It's another to have it captured in writing. — Karl Ove Knausgaard

He'd performed like a well-oiled automaton last night, blocking out the reality of the woman taking her pleasure beneath him, banishing images of Billie that rushed time and again through his thoughts and threatened the steely control he maintained over his own orgasm. When at last he'd let himself go, one fevered word had pounded through his brain.
Billie. — Shelby Reed

And the rain was brain colored
and the thunder sounded like something remembering something. — Stan Rice